My mother did attend a “Finishing School”. And it was exactly that as it taught young girls to be “ladies”. When she and my father moved down here to Florida with 3 year old son, Edwin, they stayed with Grandma and Grandpa Caplinger. This was in 1913. It was hot, there were no window screens and the cabin was full of mosquitoes.

One evening my mother was sitting out on the front steps trying to cool off a little when she smelled the most horrific odor. Whoever was sitting out there with her was barefooted and she thought she was smelling their feet. However, my grandfather had stored fertilizer under the porch! My mother still laughed about that 70 years later!

When my mother was 10 years old they lived in Greenville, MS. Her father secured a job in New Orleans as a cotton broker. My mother loved him dearly so she was allowed to go visit him. This involved a train ride of several hours. She went alone and as a consolation she was given a whole can of condensed milk to sip. This was a real treat. My grandfather met her at the train station and took her to his rooming house and secured a room for her. Then he took her out to supper. The next day he put her back on the train for the return trip home. She really thought she was grown up after that.

And through the years she still bought cans of condensed milk for a treat. I can remember being given one sip as a really special treat.

And I still love it too!